I can barely grasp the idea of Oliver being 4 years old, let alone him being in his 20’s and leaving me. Especially to a far off country. However, I need to prepare for the possibility of this happening, both his Daddy and myself have left… many times. Each new adventure starting at the airport, bus depot, or tightly packed vehicle, separately and then together. It is not a question of if, it is a question of when. And I hope he does. I hope he develops his passion to explore. But I hope he always comes home for Christmas.
Through the wet, heavy, cold snow I could feel the incredible love and warmth these women have for each other. Together for the holidays. A truly happy Mom.